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All These Bitches (feat. Chief Keef & OJ da Juiceman)

Gucci Mane

Hip-Hop/Rap

2207 Shazams

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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Performer
OJ da Juiceman
OJ da Juiceman
Vocals
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer

Letra

I got hard dick fall on these bitches I get all their numbers [?] call these bitches No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet bitches Niggas don't know nothing else, saw these niggas I got a bitch I send on runs, I put the book back in my Benz Got her f'in with the seatbelt strapped on it cause it's my friend Breakin bricks down in my tent, I got bills stacked to my chin Dime of jewels cost that nigga a nail, watch yo boy cut off a limb Look at me then look at him Hard top Bentley, Bentley rim Fuck 2 sisters with the cream And I drop topped off, I broke the rims Back to back, bitch call them twins Got a hard top X and a drop top M Call my iceberg slim, can't fuck with him 2K on weed, yeah that's a bill If I 5K on lean, I'm leanin now Drunk to a whole price, I'm a drink it down Your girlfriend's a semen demon Big Gwap she screamin out Drop top Rari showing cleavage I'm on Cleveland - call it believing Knock your bitch til I leave no reason Take my bitch and call it even I got hard dick for all these bitches I get all their numbers I don't call these bitches No patience for relations kiss my rarri bitches Niggas don't know anything else, all these niggas You can hold this 30 ounce for these niggas You die we hit 40 steps for shawty niggas We don't trust these bitches or these niggas Got the big face rollies 40 on us niggas Nigga tried to knock me out But these niggas extra salt How in the hell you just start robbin? Come and try to test a boss Play the hand that I was dealt 40 make you pay the mill I don't send no niggas dawg, I do that shit by myself Co-defendant that's a no Play how that shit flyin cold One thing bout yo jukebox nigga, spray the pussy like a score Since you pussy I'm a send these hollow tips down yo throat Killa killa, murda murda, flip that nigga like a burger I don't shoot for legs, so you know ain't no tip in murder And young Juiceman they were fine, made me put you on the murder Smoke you like a cancer stick Make yo mama dimmeloner Talkin all that tough talk But yo ass know you baloney Wanna go to war? Make the Gatling talking like I'm Tony I got hard dick for all these bitches I get all their numbers I don't call these bitches No patience for relations kiss my rarri bitches Niggas don't know anything else, all these niggas You can hold this 30 ounce for these niggas You die we hit 40 steps for shawty niggas We don't trust these bitches or these niggas Got the big face rollies 40 on us niggas
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Carlton Mays Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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